Underneath (1995) Movie Script
- Are you getting off at Austin?|- Huh? Yeah.
- Going home?|- Sort of.
- Visiting?|- Yeah.
- Relatives.|- Yeah.
- What kind?|- Mother and brother.
- Mother's getting married.|- Hmm.
- Is he nice?|- My brother?
- No. The man your mother's gonna marry.|- Oh.
Haven't met him.
- I'm Susan.|- Michael.
- So you live here?|- Yeah.
- Where do you work?|- I'm training to be a teller|at the Grand Texas Bank.
Ah.|So when do you take your test?
Oh, I don't know.|It's a self-study,
so you can take it|whenever you're ready.
Just don't think|that I'm ready yet.
Well, there's one way|to find out.
Mom?
Michael?
Michael!
- Give me a hug!|- Oh, I stink. I've been on a bus.
I don't care.
Nice butt.
You bastard.
- How's it goin'?|- Good, good, good.
Shouldn't you be out clubbing motorists|or something?
No, I'm on the night shift.|Plus, I'm beating the homeless now.
- Oh, I see.|- They're not as mobile.
So...|how's it goin'?
It's goin'.
You workin'?
- You hirin'?|- Yeah.
That's what the force needs:|Another confused white boy.
Hear she's dating a small-time hood that|bought the Ember, if you're interested.
I'm here for the wedding. Tell me|about Ed. Did you run a check on him?
- No, I did not.|- Bullshit, I know you did.
All right, a small one.|But he's clean.
- No moving violations, no nothin'?|- Not in Texas.
Hurray for Mom.
I don't know.|I, uh...
I can't decide right now.|You go first.
I don't play the lottery.|It's a waste of money.
Well, if I won, it's always been|a dream of mine to breed dogs.
- No. No.|- No? Okay.
- How 'bout a stamp collection then?|- Okay, that I'll go for.
All right.
- How 'bout you, Michael?|- I wouldn't believe it.
If it were true,|I'd smile.
I'd just sit there quietly|for five minutes, smile and be rich.
I don't know.|Come on, Mom, what?
You know I can't make decisions,|but, um...
I know one thing I want,|I want the biggest TV they make.
Two of 'em,|with everything on it.
- Extra cheese?|- Yeah.
So how long you|gonna stay, Michael?
Maybe a little while.|See some friends.
We got an opening,|if you're looking for somethin'.
Thanks.|It's a kind offer.
I thought you needed law enforcement|or military service for a job like that.
Helpful,|but not mandatory.
If I put in a good word,|they'd probably take him, no problem.
- Beat goin' back to Sports Town.|- I doubt that would be an option.
This is the official|lotto Texas drawing for August 13, 14.
In the next 60 seconds, you can become|Texas' newest millionaire!
- Are you registered somewhere?|- Michael,
when you're getting married|at 56, you don't register.
Oh.
Can you get me some quick picks|while you're out?
- Sure. How many?|- Oh, five or so.
Don't wait up.
Good luck.
Mind if I sit?
How is it you can show your face|without getting hurt?
I squared with everyone.
- Everyone?|- Okay.
So how are you?
Tommy, this is|Michael Chambers.
Michael,|Tommy Dundee.
- Heard you moved.|- Mother's getting married.
- To who?|- A good guy.
Never heard of him.
Well.
Let Tommy buy you a drink.|You'll buy him a drink, won't you?
- I'll buy him a drink.|- Some other time.
Good to see you.
- Nice to meet you.|- Uh, yeah.
- What the hell was that?|- What?
- What's he doing here?|- I don't know. He just showed up.
Yeah, nobody's ex just shows up.|He wants something.
- Don't have an aneurysm.|- Let's go in the back.
I'm tired of watching guys|sit up and b-b-beg you.
It's like goddamn|Sea World in here.
- Hey, did you get my Twinkie?|- Huh?
- My Twinkie. Did you get it?|- I'm sorry, you wanted a Twinkie?
- I'm kidding, Michael.|- Oh, okay.
- Close it up.|- All right.
I hope I didn't wake you|when I came in.
Did you get|my quick picks?
Oh, jeez, I totally forgot.|I'm sorry.
I-I'll get some,|I'll get some today.
Rachel called.
She leave a number?
By the phone.
We're on the back nine,|a short par four. I hit a big tee shot.
Lands in the wrong fairway.
This guy hits a beautiful drive,|cuts past the dogleg,
drops about 20 yards|from the pin.
Do you wanna hear this?
- Please.|- Okay. Uh.
- Uh, where was I?|- The pin.
Right, right.|So I'm down 200 for the game.
This jerk is really ridin' me,|talking about my hair gettin'|in my eyes and crap like that.
So I bet him two grand|I could win the hole.
He says, why not three? I say,|why not five? Then he hesitates.
He says, okay, five.|Then I knew he was...
a eunuch.
So, I'm 230 yards out,|I hit the best three...
wood of my life.
I'm on the green,|putting for a bird.
He sculls his approach shot,|the ball sails over the green.
- He's double bogey for the hole.|- Gosh, that's exciting.
- If you keep this up...|- Keep what up?
Chambers!
- Yeah?|- How'd you know Dallas|was gonna beat the spread?
You know, I can't begin|to describe to you how.
- I just knew.|- Some people are interested|in trying to garnish your wages.
- I suggest you take care of 'em.|- Okay, thanks.
Take my advice.|Don't spend that money.
- Get yourself squared.|- Thanks.
Hmm.
Feels almost as good|as you.
God, I love betting.
I was surprised|to get your call.
I was surprised|to see you at the club.
Just getting my weekly dose|of secondhand smoke.
Right.
- So how's the acting gig?|- I gave it up.
- Really?|- Isn't that what you wanted?
I never interfered.
Oh. So beneath|the apathetic exterior,
there was actually|a raging indifference.
I get it.
- So tell me about Tommy Dundee.|- Tommy?
- We go out.|- How long?
A few months.
He treat you okay?
Not as well as guys|without money.
He's gonna teach me|how to manage the club.
He looks like he might be into|a few things besides managing a club.
Yeah.
- For instance?|- I don't know.
You don't know 'cause you don't know,|or 'cause you don't want to know?
I don't know|'cause I don't ask.
I wrote you a long letter|after you left about everything.
- Took me a week.|- I never got it.
- I burned it.|- Ooh, I walked right into that one.
Must be a new sensation for you,|walking into something.
- Is this yours?|- Yup.
- Nice.|- Men buy me Mustangs. I don't know why.
- Can I see you again?|- I don't think|that's a good idea.
- Rachel.|- You humiliated me.
I didn't get a warning,|an explanation,
and I had to deal with all|the ugly shit you left behind.
- It wasn't right.|- I know that.
Don't call me.|Don't try and find me.
It makes it hard with Tommy.
- She goes where?|- To the library.
She's been taking this|correspondence course. She's studying.
- Until 11:00 every night.|- It closes at 11:00. I checked.
Gee, you're a one-man|Warren Commission.
Take my advice.|Follow her.
- I couldn't do that.|- You'll thank me.
- Hey, Ed.|- How's it going, boys?
You know, same shit,|different day.
I wanted you to meet|Michael Chambers, Annie's boy.|He's putting in an application.
- Tom.|- Casey.|- Nice to meet you.
- Comin' to work here?|- Yeah.|- You'll love it.
If you like saltpeter.
Someone under 40, you|tryin' to scare him off?
- Just doin' our part.|- Look at us. We're only 22 years old.
- See you guys later.|- Nice to meet you.
The library?
That's right.
Ed, Ed!
Can you take my spot|on number five run?
Deborah's having some|strange contractions...
- and I'm gonna meet her|at the doctor's office.|- Okay. Go ahead.
- I'll take it.|- Oh, thanks.
- You better start workin'|so I can retire.|- I'll do my best.
Let me tell you|about Hinkle.
When you first go in,
he'll offer you a candy mint.|Don't take it.
At the end of the meeting,|he'll offer it to you again.
Take it and eat it right in front|of him. You'll get the job.
You're kidding, right?
Do I look like|I'm kidding?
- First time, no; second time, yes?|- That's it.
Okay. Thanks.
Mint?
No, thank you.
Fine.
Ed Dutton speaks highly of you.|He's a very good man, Ed.
I hope so. He'll be my stepfather|in a few days.
Yes.
That's a copy of|Armored Transport Now!
It's a magazine we publish, not just for|ourselves, but for the entire industry.
And here I thought cash|was on the way out.
Many of the services we provide here|used to be provided by the banks.
For example,
a bank might have us pick up|all the cash from a fast-food chain,
process and verify it here and then|deposit it directly into the Fed,
bypassing their branch|altogether.
- That sort of thing.|- Oh, I see. May I keep this?
Where have you been working|the past couple of years?
- Offshore.|- That's serious work.
- Serious money.|- Mm-hmm.
- You have any experience with firearms?|- No.
He'll learn.
We don't need marksmen,|just people who can think clearly.
That I can do.
Good. Well.
Are you sure you|wouldn't like a mint?
Actually, now that you|mention it, I would.
Mmm.
We'll be in touch.|Sometime this week, we'll have|you come in for the polygraph.
A polygraph? Great.|I'll look forward to it.
- Where are my fries?|- You didn't ask for fries.
- Well, you got fries.|- Michael, you want fries, you gotta ask.
Yes, Officer.
- How's Rachel?|- She's fine, doing the audition thing.
- Tell her I said hello.|- I will.
Listen, I talked|to Mom last night.
She told me you hadn't|sent her any money in two months.
We had an arrangement.|She needs the money.
I got the money. I can give it to her|today, with interest.
- I can give her three months in advance.|- She doesn't care about interest.
She doesn't care about "in advance." She|wants to know if you can be counted on.
It's really boring having|this conversation every six months.
- I agree.|- Jesus! This is our mother.
She needs our help.
And seeing you avoid|being around after Dad died...
Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey.
- You didn't even go see her...|- Can we not turn this|into a Eugene O'Neill play?
- I've got the money.|- This time.
Thanks for the protection, Officer.
You never should've left|the Village People, David.
Fuck you.
- Hello?|- Michael.
Hi.
- Are you there?|- I'm here.
- How are you?|- Good.
- What about you?|- Good.
- Are you on a car phone?|- Yeah.
- Courtesy of...|- Mm-hmm.
So,
are you staying?
I think so.|I might get that job.
Really?
Um, I gotta go.
- W-W-Wait...|- I'll talk to you soon.
There's one question|this test never gets around to asking.
It's a question|I need an answer to.
What's that?
When can you start?
- That's it?|- That's it.
- Welcome aboard.|- Eleven.
Forty-one.
Twenty-three.
Here we go.
- What do you think?|- Hmm?
Oh, I'm sorry.|Do another one.
- Twelve.|- Not so smiley.
- Nine.|- Much better.
Why go up for this?|It's not acting.
It's exposure.|Like Vanna White, you know.
Oh. Well, that's|something to aspire to.
I hope you like egg salad,|'cause I'm making a ton.
Great.|We'll have it for dinner.
I thought we were going|to San Miguel.
Let's go to San Miguel after the game|on Saturday. I gotta make some calls.
I'm not staying in.|I told Diane we'd meet her at the Ember.
That's fine.|I'll be here.
You never do what|you say you're gonna do.
Florida at LSU. This is the|fork in the road for both teams.
Some are calling it a toss-up,|but given the home field advantage...
and nine apparently|healthy seniors...
Hey! Whoa!|Hey!
- Remember me?|- Rachel, right?
Dick.
I'm sorry.|Hi, Dick.
God, the picture|on this TV sucks.
It sucks,|and it's small.
- Smallish and sucky.|...convert that threat|into scoring opportunities.
- Everybody in yet?|- No, there's one still out.
Hey, come on in!
- Mom, you look beautiful.|- Thank you.
- You really do.|- Thank you.
- That's a nice suit.|- It's Dad's.
I-I wanted to give you|this beforehand.
Oh!
Oh, David,|they're beautiful!
I'll have to get|my ears pierced.
I don't have anything.
That's all right.
I'm just glad you're here.|I don't need presents.
Would you repeat after me:|With this ring, I thee wed.
With this ring,|I thee wed.
And pledge to thee|my faith and love.
And pledge to thee|my faith and love.
I can't believe you wore|Dad's suit to Mom's wedding.
I now pronounce you|husband and wife.
You may kiss the bride.
Well, it depends.
Some say he's doubtful;|some say he's probable.
What's the difference|between doubtful and probable?
Doubtful means|he probably won't play;
- probable means he'll play,|but there's some doubt.|- Oh, that clears everything up.
- So is he doubtful or probable?|- Doubtful.
- Michael, did you get a call...|- How close is your source?
- You wanna know how close|my source is, he's a she.|- Wow.
- This is inside inside.|- Wow.
- Michael!|- I gotta go. Talk to you.
Isn't that amazing? It's a 12-foot|Paraclipse with terrestrial filters.
- I don't care if it turns|coffee beans into diamonds...|- How did you know?
- What's it doing in our back yard?|- Wait till you see the image quality.
- It's like looking out a window.|- We have plenty of windows.
We have one more. It's the new TV.
Excuse me.|Is that thing safe?
Yes, ma'am.|It's, uh, it's safe.
Just don't stand|in front of it.
- Come on in.|- Where do you want it?
Try right in front of the fireplace.|God, it's big. It's huge.
- Did you order a stand?|- It comes with a stand, doesn't it?
- It doesn't come with a stand.|- I gotta have a stand.
- There's one in the truck. Costs extra.|- Fine, fine.
Don't answer that.
- The one-fifteen.|- Great! It's huge!
- Michael.|- Yeah.
Tell me you didn't use|the rest of the money to buy this stuff.
- Okay, I didn't use the rest of it.|- Thank God.
- I used some of the rest of it.|- Michael!
What else was I gonna use?|We've lost our credit cards.
- You lost our credit cards.|- Fine, I lost 'em.
It doesn't change the fact|that I had to use cash.
- How much cash?|- I got an incredible deal|for not charging.
- How much? For everything.|- For the dish, the installation,
- For everything! Michael!|- The subscription fees... About seven.
Hundred?
You're so good.|That's good.
- Seven... thousand.|- Yeah.
How are you gonna pay the people|you owe? They call constantly.
Listen.
Grrr.
I got this whole thing|worked out.
It's not even a system.|It's more like, I just know.
I just know which way to bet.|It's like being connected.
It-lt's like knowing something|that no one else knows.
- God, I wish I could describe|the feeling to you.|- You don't have to.
- Hey, how did it go?|- What?
The audition.
Hmm. Did Jane Duncan call|after I left?
Jane Duncan? No.
When you were on the phone|and I was getting ready,|did anybody try and click through?
- I don't know.|- They were trying|to call me not to come.
Because they decided to go with a|lottery official instead of an actress.
I sat there for an hour looking|like an idiot before somebody told me.
I'm sorry.|That must have been awful.
- There's the stand.|- Did you at least remember|to get my plane ticket?
Yes and no.
- What the hell does that mean?|- I did remember, but I didn't get it.
- Michael, this audition|has been planned for months!|- I got you something else.
- Julie's expecting me!|- I got you something else.|I got you something else.
- What? What did you do?|- I'll give you a hint.
We don't have enough|to fly to L.A.,
but you could|drive there in style.
What?|That's mine?
- Michael...|- You hate it, I'll take it back.
- Wait.|- Uh, if you like it, we'll keep it.
- You make me really, really mad.|- Ooh, careful!
Careful, it'll come off.|Ooh, ooh, ooh.
Oh, I don't know,|about 45 minutes.
Forty-five minutes?|What do you think went on in there?
I don't know.|I wasn't inside.
You don't have to be|inside to figure it out.
- Look, I gotta trust her.|- Michael Chambers, line 2.
- Michael Chambers, line 2.|- You're either very smart|or very stupid.
I can't figure out which.
- Hello.|- It's me.
He proposed.
Christ.
Christ.
What did you say?
I pretended I wasn't|expecting it.
I said I needed time.
This is my problem:
When I think about|trying again with you,
I have no idea if it's a moment|of strength or a moment of weakness.
Do you remember|the last time we went away?
- The conversation we had|in front of the fire?|- Yes.
I don't want to be on the outside.
It's too painful.
I won't make that mistake again.|I promise.
What do you think would happen|if we went away for the weekend?
I don't see how we can|resolve this any other way.
We could go back|to Whispering Pines.
We could do that.
We had a good time there.
What about Tommy?
I'll pick you up|Friday at 6:00.
- Can we take my car?|- Yeah, we can take your car.
I forgot.
Suddenly, Friday at 6:00|seems like a long way off.
It's only two days.
- All you have to do is say no.|- No.
The mobile customer|is away from the phone...
or has traveled beyond the service area.|Please call again later.
- Rachel around?|- Nope.
- What about Tommy?|- Nope.
It's sort of important. We were supposed|to hook up, and she never showed.
- Don't know where she is?|- Everybody got in a car and took off.
- Where to?|- Uh, Vegas, I think.
- Rachel too? You're sure?|- She's hard to miss.
Michael.
Hi. How are you?
- Good. I had a feeling I'd see you.|- Yeah, me too.
- Hi, I'm Deborah.|- Hi. Michael.|- I'm sorry.
Listen, I'm sorry.|I-I gotta run.
- Oh. I'll talk to you soon?|- Yeah.
- Still have my number? You're sure?|- Yeah.
It was nice to meet you.|I'll speak to you soon.
- I gotta go.|- Bye.
- He'll call.|- What do you want?|You met the guy on a bus.
Have you seen David lately?
Not since you and Ed|got divorced... married!
I'm sorry.|Excuse me.
Michael, when you get to be|my age, you realize...
sometimes the planets|just don't line up.
And there's nothing|you can do about it.
Of course, sometimes|they do line up.
And there's nothing you can do|about that either.
Hi, this is Susan Crenshaw.|I'm not in right now,
but if you leave me a message,|I'll call you right back.
- Hi, this is Michael Chambers.|I'm sorry to call so late...|- Hello!
- Oh, you're there.|- Yeah.
- I just didn't feel|like talking to anybody.|- Okay, bye.
No, I didn't mean you.
What are you doing?
Sittin' around.|What are you doing?
Sitting around.
Are you with me?
Yeah.
I feel like you're somewhere else.
I feel like I'm|in an ad for fine wine.
But it's nice,|really nice.
I like to be close.
This is close.
This is close to you?
Isn't it?
- You're not very present tense.|- Wh-Wh...
Is that like|an acting thing?
I love you.
- Mmm. That was nice.|- Mmm.
There's somebody else,|isn't there?
- Sort of.|- Sort of?
Where is she?
I don't know.
There's what you want|and there's what's good for you.
- Uh, they never meet.|- They never meet.
Except for my mother|and stepfather.
Maybe they think they're|wrong for each other.
Nah, they're too old|for that shit.
Then why do anything|with anybody?
Because anything|is better than nothing.
The idea that you think you make sense|is really terrifying.
Yeah, I know.
- Have a nice day, Michael.|- Nice seein' you.
That the last of it?
- That the last of it, Michael?|- Yeah. Listen.
Give me two minutes.|I gotta use the bathroom.
Michael?
- Oh, hi.|- Hi.
- How are you?|- Good. And you?
Good. Did you|just get here?
- No, just on my way out.|- I have to go downstairs|to meet a delivery.
Great.|I'll go with you.
Later they find out that Bob,|this manager, is letting|this new guy fill the ATM...
without having the second person there|with the offsetting key.
Which you're not supposed|to do, obviously.
It turns out this guy|was stealing money...
and splitting it|with Bob.
- A little office intrigue.|- Yeah.
- Hello. Susan Crenshaw?|- Yes.
I need you to sign.
This is for you.
- Here you go. Bye-bye.|- Bye.
So.
Oh. Yeah.
- Back to work.|- All right.
Take care.
- Rachel in tonight?|- Haven't seen her.
Hey, I need three scotch waters,|dirty Tanqueray martini up,
two Rolling Rock|and a Red Stripe.
I'm trying to get a message|to Rachel. Is she here?
Tommy's wife?|Yeah.
Tommy's wife?
Right.
Tommy's wife.
- Yeah, she's in back.|- Do me one small favor,
and the other half...
is yours.
- Call it.|- It's my club. That's what I call it.
Hey.
I-I put it down right in front of her,|and she wouldn't look at it,
- so...|- Thanks.
Yeah!
Ow! Loser racks.
Whatcha readin' about, hon?|Tit jobs?
Yeah, I'm thinkin' about having|one put on my forehead.
Ooh.
Could be interesting.
- What the hell is this?|- What?
What the hell is this?
I don't know.
- Are you rolling this guy|behind my back?|- Tommy.
I swear to God I have no idea|how that got there.
That's all that happened,|Tommy, I swear.
See?|I didn't ask him to come here.
If he bribes her to take me a note,|I can't control that.
- Tommy, I just...|- Get out of here!
- If you want him out of the club,|keep him out.|- You bet I will.
If I find out you're seeing him, I'll|make the both of you very uncomfortable.
Why "uncontested"? You could've|hit her with the rug salesman.
- No point. She'd only|been seeing him a few weeks.|- That the last one?
Yup.
But if you get adultery,|you can slip out on alimony.
- Didn't want to get into all that.|- He'll never make it.
The company'll be eating interest|big time, especially on this haul.
He'll make it.|He'll make it.
George Rittenhouse, line three.
George Rittenhouse,|line three.
Yeah? What?|Oh, no. I'll be right there.
- Deborah broke water.|- Hey, good luck.
- Good luck!|- Thanks!
So why didn't|you want to get into it?
- Bastard. Who?|- Somebody.
- Since when?|- Since before the beginning.
- Hello. Myself speaking.|- That was a really stupid thing to do.
- Don't ever show up again.|- Rach! Where are you?
- I'm in my car.|- What happened?
I was waiting and you never showed|and then you're fucking married.
- What the hell is going on?|- I don't have time|to play games with you.
Why didn't you come?
It is idiotic to be having|this conversation after what happened.
- What are you talking about?|You owe me an explanation.|- Michael.
- There's nothing to explain.|- You haven't told me|why you didn't show.
- I shouldn't have to.|- What the hell happened to you?
All right, let's just get this|over with. Where are you?
- I'm in the Salem Street house.|- Oh, God, you're kidding.
- You're renting it?|- Yeah.
You don't do anything halfway,|I'll give you that.
- I'll be there in a minute.|And no funny stuff.|- Fine.
- Chambers.|- Yeah?
Thirty dimes on LSU.
- Thirty?|- Yeah.
Okay.
All right, all right,|all right, all right.
Get us a field goal.
- Come on.|- Good call to go for the field goal.
You've got time,|if you make it,
to go for an onside kick. Here's|the kick. It is long, and it is good.
- A tie. I can live with a tie.|- We have a tied game,|with 1:1 to go, at 13.
I can live with a tie.
Come on, Florida.|Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep.
Dropping to throw, Morris.
Throwing to the sideline. Complete.|Out of bounds to Emmitt Smith.
- And that'll stop the clock.|- We're all right. We're all right.
Morris, deep over the middle,|complete to the 45.
- Oh, I can't watch this.|- To the 44-yard line.
They're edging toward field goal range|with that catch.
- Again, Morris...|- Oh, God! God!
- They got a bunch of it.|An 18-yard pickup.|- Come on, come on, come on.
- Thirty seconds remaining now.|Morris is four out of five.|- Hit him!
Hit!
Emmitt Smith going to the far side|of the field. That may hurt them,
- because they may not|be able to stop the clock.|- No more time outs.
They got wrapped up|at the 24-yard line by Jimmy Young.
- They're done.|- They're gonna have a hard|time stopping the clock.
- The game is over, gentlemen.|- Nine seconds, eight, seven, six,
- five, they're at the 24.|- The game is...
He drops back and throws it|away with one second remaining.
I believe the clock is retired,|but they'll give 'em the one second.
They'll give 'em the one second|even though the clock shows nothing.
It's come down to this.
This field goal try...
will be attempted|from about 41 yards.
Here's the snap,|the kick; it's high.
It is long, and it is...|good!
Florida has won|on the final play of the game.
Sixteen to thirteen.
In the final analysis,|it will be the penalties...
and the Tigers' mistakes|that cost them this win,
because they really played well|against the Florida Gators.
I got good news,|and I got bad news.
The good news is I have|till Tuesday to cough it up.
The bad news is I have|till Tuesday to cough it up.
So I have a year to get you|a present, right?
- Yup.|- I figured I'd get you something|you could really use.
Like hemlock.
Happy?
Like an Oscar winner.
You know me.|I like money.
- Not much.|- Beats goin' to jail.
Jail? What's jail|got to do with it?
Ask your brother.
What?|What did he do?
He threatened me.
How? When?
When you left town,|he was pursuing me.
He'd call.|He'd follow me.
This went on|for a long time.
I kept asking him to stop.|Finally he did.
- That night we talked about going away...|- Mm-hmm.
He saw us.
He saw us in the car.
He came to see me.
He said he was still|obsessed with me,
that if he couldn't have me,|neither could you.
He tried to come on to me.|I started screaming at him.
If I didn't|stay away from you,
- he'd frame me for possession|and send me up.|- Jesus.
I tried to call his bluff,|and he pulled out a bag...
and started dragging me|to his car.
Why didn't you call me?
Because when your psychopathic|brother with a badge starts|throwing his weight around,
I figured, forget this.|And forget you.
The Chambers family|is a bad investment.
But why Tommy?|Why marry Tommy?
- He did ask.|- Aw, come on. That's not a reason.
- You asked once.|- Tell me it was the same thing.
Look me in the eye,|and tell me it was the same thing.
He treats me bad.
- Look at my arms.|- Oh, my God, Rachel.
I know they've killed people.|I just know it.
I don't know how|to get out of it.
You can get out of it.
How? I'm married to Mack the Knife.|How do I get out of it?
We leave.
We'll live somewhere else.
I'm good at leaving.|You know that.
He'll find us.
No, he won't.
- What was that?|- Somebody's in the house.
Michael?
In here.
Hi, hon.
You know,
it don't look right.
You... can't exactly say it|looks right, now can you?
It's a risk...
in business that|the people closest to you...
may do you wrong.
Usually I can...|figure out a way to get...
satisfaction.
Let's say they're...|skimming.
Well, they can|give me the money back,
work it off,|something.
I'm... pretty good|at balancing these things out.
But, see, you can't|unfuck my wife!
So I find myself looking|to the outer edges of...
acceptable behavior to...
make myself feel better.
It's not nice,|what comes to mind.
- Tommy, it was my idea to come...|- That's not helping, hon!
I wanted to talk to you.
So the napkin should have|been under my drink.
Now everything makes sense.|I had it all wrong, didn't I?
- That's right.|- I see.
I wanted to make you|a business proposition.
I wanted her opinion first|about how best to approach you.
And she suggested that you...
seduce her|as a way to approach me?
What business could we|possibly have together?
A job.
A job.
A job job?
Yeah.
Why come to me?
You're the only|crook I know.
Is that... polite?
What kind of a job is it, Michael,|that you need a crook?
- Where I work.|- Where you work.
Armored cars.
I work with armored cars.
And?
And every Monday the cars|go to the retailers,
and they collect all the cash|from over the weekend:
Lottery ticket sales|and merchandise sales.
It's taken back to the company|to be verified.
And the whole wad's|taken to the bank.
In one truck.
Could be anywhere from a couple|hundred thousand to a million.
Small bills.
Totally untraceable.
Well.
Hey, school's out.
So what now?
- Well, it's you and me, kid.|- What?
- George collared me.|- Oh, th-that's not fair.|Y-You've been out all day.
What about Casey, Tom?
- Suddenly I'm not good enough?|- No, no, that's not it.
It's just what I said.|You've been out all day.
Aah, it's a short run.
- Number 1, Chambers and Dutton.|- Well, here we go.
Number 1, Chambers and Dutton.
Trucks complete their runs by 4:00.
Trucks complete their runs by 4:00.
The money's wrapped|and verified by 6:00.
The truck has to be|at the bank by 6:30,
or the company pays the interest|on missing the day.
So the entire facility is geared towards|getting every dollar on that truck.
This is how it works.|When we get into the bank,
there are loading docks|in the secured delivery area.
You go in, just after we arrive,|in a van,
posing as a legitimate vendor using the|4-digit access code which I'll provide.
- And then you scoop it up.|- How do you make sure|you're the driver?
I check. If I'm not assigned,|I go to the driver...
and tell him|I need the extra hours.
- And he just gives them to you?|- I can be pretty persuasive.
Hmm. If it goes smoothly,|they'll know somebody was on the inside.
- They're gonna put heat on you.|- I just keep denying it.|There's nothing they can do.
- They're gonna put heat on you.|- I just keep denying it.|There's nothing they can do.
All right, this is how we'll handle it.|I know this guy, a broker.
I don't know his name,|and I don't want to know his name,
because he is serious.
You think I can exert pressure?|This guy scares the shit out of me.
But this is what he does...|He organizes jobs.
He's got some high-level day gig|with an insurance company or something,
so he knows all the ways to|beat the cops and the ops.
That's why nobody knows him|by name or face.
I call him up and tell him everything|about what we're doing.
And then he puts the whole|thing together.
He hires the men from out of town.|You won't know them.
They will not know you.|They'll just do the job,
and then they will drop|at a predetermined time...
to a predetermined person|at a predetermined place.
That's good.|Who handles the drop?
We'll use one of my guys.
- I want somebody I know.|- Gee, that's tough, Michael!|I want somebody I know!
- What about her?|- "What about her" what?
He wants you to hold|the money.
And if I say no?
- Then it's off.|- You're holdin' the money. When?
- The sooner the better.|- One more thing.|I'm not taking a short count.
The broker alone takes 20 percent|on any job he crews.
It's a two-way split.|You can cut your half any way you like.
I'd rather eat airline food.
Can you do it without me?
- Well, Michael, you know I can't.|- Then it's 50-50.
- I don't like it.|- When you see all that|cash, you'll like it.
So what's the total|for the day?
About a million three.
Hello?
- Hello?|- When you pass Brazos...
- Who is this?|- Shut up.
When you pass Brazos|going down Fifth Street,
you'll see a man wearing|a yellow suit and sunglasses.
If our end is going according to plan,|he'll take off his sunglasses.
If your end is going|according to plan,
you signal him by lifting your fingers|off the wheel for one second.
If you don't lift your fingers,|we will assume you want to abort.
Wh-What if...
Thanks for calling.
Are you sure we should|go through with this?
You could say they|wouldn't switch you...
No, no, we're very close now.|We have to follow it through.
It's gonna be fine.
This time tomorrow,|the hard part will be over.
God, I hope so.
Once you get the drop, drive|straight to Whispering Pines.
Don't stop for anything.
It may take me a couple of days.|They'll be asking questions.
We'll have to let things|cool off.
I can't wait for this|whole thing to be over.
Watch it!
Jesus!
Sorry.
Whenever you're ready,|Michael.
Yeah.
- Cash or coins first?|- Ed, I hate to ask you this,|but could I stay with the truck?
- How come?|- Well, there's a woman|in the bank I'd prefer not...
- Ohh, a woman. |- No problem. Thanks.
Susan!|Hey, hey, how are you?
Good.
Stay there!
Ed, get down!
Are you awake?
I don't know.
I might...|I might be dreaming.
I might be dreaming.
You're going|to be fine.
They say you'll recover completely.
Mmm.
Everyone is very proud of you.
Proud?
For trying to stop the robbery.
I'm...
I'm really sorry you couldn't save Ed.
I know you tried.
I know you tried.
I'm tired, so tired.
Michael.
Michael, if you can|understand me, just nod.
I-I can understand.
I want to let you know that|Perennial Armored Car...
- is very proud of your performance.|- Very proud.
And even though you've only been|with the company a short time,
we want to make very sure|that you don't worry about the|financial side of your illness.
As a matter of fact,|when the time comes,
we'd like very much to do|an in-depth profile of you|for Armored Transport Now!
I think I told you it's read|by everyone in the industry.
- Don't forget about Mr. Fox.|- Oh, yes, Mr. Fox,
the founder of Perennial|and a wonderful man,
would like to meet you and have|his photograph taken with you...
to accompany the article.
When the time comes,|of course.
When the time comes.
I said, is there something|I should know?
Ah, you're all right.
Yeah. Yeah.|How about you?
I can't tell.
Michael.|Michael.
They've been|asking questions.
The police and your brother.
My brother.
I think they want something.
And I don't think what they want|is good for you.
I told you.
Those things never meet.
Yeah, you told me.
I told you.
I told you.|I told you.
No, you didn't,|Mr. Chambers.
- I'm sorry?|- I want you to describe what happened...
from the moment you entered|the delivery bay of Grand Texas Bank...
until you lost|consciousness.
I... I-I pulled up.
I pulled into the dock.
- Dock number one.|- Yes, number one.
I-I-I a-and Ed.
I, uh, I turned the engine off,
and, and Ed...
Oh, they killed him.|Didn't they kill him?
Yes.
Maybe, uh,|maybe we should come back.
You fake bastard.
You think you got everybody fooled.
You think because the job|was sloppy and people got shot,
nobody thinks you were in.
It won't wash.
I'm gonna bring you down.
Not because you got Ed killed,
although that would be plenty|reason enough.
But because I think|you're worthless.
You've always|been worthless.
You were nonexistent|as a brother to me.
You didn't lift a finger|to prop Mom up after Dad died.
You've skated along on your looks|and charm, just like a woman,
leaving everybody else|to clean up after you.
Well, I'm gonna|clean up, all right,
and I'm starting|with you.
Get out.
- You're an accessory to murder.|- No, you don't know|what you're talking about.
- You were the inside man;|we both know it.|- You've got nothing.
I've got a bank employee you seduced|to obtain a vendor I.D. Number.
Uh-huh.
How did it happen?|They come to you?
Trap you into it?|Was it her?
What kind of shit did she tell you?|Did she make you promises?
Tell you Tommy was mean to her,|you two should run away together?
Or did she get you in a compromising|situation? You only had one way out.
Was it like that?
You really think|she's waiting for you?
You think you're safe from the bears,|locked in your log cabin,
bolts on the door?
Well...
You just locked yourself inside with|another bunch of grizzlies. Here's how.
Let's say she is on the level.
She double-crossed Tommy Dundee,|and she's waiting for you.
You think Tommy Dundee is gonna|let you get away with that?
You better hope she double-crossed you|and that her and Tommy are laughing,
because if she's not|with him right now,
somebody's gonna make their|way in here to check on you.
And they won't be interested|in your full recovery.
I suppose I could|protect you,
stake somebody outside|the door.
But since you're|such a hero,
I convinced my boss you|wouldn't need protection.
Who'd want to hurt|the man of the hour?
The pillar of courage?
Hell, people want to|shake your hand.
Couple uniforms downstairs to keep away|the press and the well-wishers, sure.
But somebody|outside the door?
What's the point?
- It's all your fault.|- Right!
- Oh, if you'd left her alone.|- No. If you had left her alone!
What is it with you?
Thank God|you're bedridden.
I wouldn't be able to stomach|the hypocrisy of you showing up|to Ed's funeral...
and standing next to our mother.
Mr. Chambers, how are you?|What can I help you with?
Could you adjust these pillows?|My neck is really getting stiff.
Of course.
Well, part of the problem|is you've got your bed...
tilted too far forward.|Let me take you down...
No, no, no!|I really like it this way.
- But...|- It's just the pillow. The angle's fine.
- If you could just adjust the pillows.|- All right.
- How's that?|- Fine, thank you.
I was about to see you anyway.|It's time for your pill.
That's all right.|I really don't need it.
Well, I think you'll find it|very difficult to sleep without it.
It's okay. Maybe a little later.|I really feel okay.
Well, you don't look okay.
No, really.|I'll have it later.
If you say so.
Say... Could you tell me who|that gentleman is waiting out there?
Why is he here?
Oh, that's Mr. Rodman.
His sister was in a traffic accident|last night and hasn't woken up yet.
Maybe he'd like to come in|and talk to me?
I don't know.|I can certainly ask,
although visiting hours|are nearly over.
Could you ask? I'd really,|really appreciate it.
Of course.
Leave the door open!
- Why, Mr. Rodman said|he'd be happy to talk with you.|- Thank you.
Uh, Mr. Rodman?
Mr. Chambers.
- Howdy.|- Hello.
Uh, she said you just wanted|to talk about...
Yeah, l-l-l...|Please, sit down.
I-I-I, uh, I just|sorta came alive...
and felt like talking.
With my luck, all my|visitors were already gone.
I'd reckon you'd|get a lot of visitors.
- Why do you say that?|- You're famous, ain't ya?
Yeah. Well.
Oh, boy.
What's that? Your pills?
Yeah.
- That's a pain pill, ain't it?|- Yeah.
That'll make you sleep.
- You better take it, hadn't you?|- No. I'm fine.
Okay.
So, who, uh...|What you got in there, spare shoes?
- What's that?|- In your coat.
Oh, I gotta carry that|for my job.
They're obnoxious as hell, but...
I'm in real estate, and|I really don't have a choice.
They're convenient.
So, where'd you|say you work?
Oh, I didn't.|Uh, Don Sembera Realty.
Oh. How long you|been there?
About six years.
You must know|Jeanette Scott.
Yeah. Yeah, sure.
Jeanette.
Yeah, she sold me|a house once.
- Is that right?|- Yeah.
Small world.
Who are you?
I don't know.|Who do you want me to be?
Who are you?|Did Tommy send you?
Buddy, I don't know|who you're talking about. Tommy?
I don't know any Jeanette Scott.|I made that up.
Thank you. I-I didn't know|who you were talkin' about either.
I didn't know... I didn't recognize|that name. I was tryin' to be agreeable.
Trying to be agreeable!|Tommy Dundee sent you here to kill me!
I'll leave. I was tryin'|to be nice. I'm sorry.
I mean, goddamn you. Goddamn you.|My sister's layin' down there,
and I don't know|if she'll get up again.
- There's other people in here|got problems.|- Wait.
Wait, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.|Please forgive me. I'm...
I'm... I guess|I'm a little spooked.
Half the time l...|l...
- I don't know what I'm saying.|- I know, I don't usually talk|like that either, but...
you catch me off guard|like that...
She told me you wanted me|to come in here and talk.
- I know. I'm sorry.|- I wanted to talk too.
P-P-Please sit down again.
I'm sorry.
So, uh, tell me about your job.
Do you like it?
I got a good job.
The market...
basically sucks right now, but...
It's... Unless you're buying.
Uh, you weren't thinking|about buying, were you?
Somebody's gettin' sleepy|over there.
Sorry.
Uh, I'm gonna let you sleep.
- No, no, please.|- I'm gonna get out of here.
- No. Can't do it.|- Uh, could you do me a favor?
Just a small favor.
A favor?
Yeah, I'd really|appreciate it. Really.
It ain't a sponge bath, is it?
That was good.
If you could, uh,
just wait here until|I've gotten a little nap?
Just sit here with me for a while|until I've slept good.
I'd like to, but...|I got my sister down there.
Please. L...
I just need a little sleep.
- Okay. Just for a little bit, okay?|- Thank you.
I'm just so, uh...
I'm just gonna sit|over here, okay?
It's time to go.
What's he payin' you?
Ten?|Twenty-five?
I'll give you|a hundred.
You know I've got it.
You know I do.
Rachel.
I don't know how it happened when you|were a kid, or who you learned it from.
But you have very strange|ideas about... sharing.
All our negotiating,|20 percent, 50 percent,
that's playground bullshit.
A fair share|is whatever you can take.
And I'm taking everything.
Oh, Jesus Christ,|Howard!
You're not gonna bleed|like this are you?
Rachel.
Rachel.
Rachel.
Rachel!
Please.
Are you fucking|kidding me?
Are you fucking kidding me?
You have made a mistake.
I will deal with you|and your mistake in a moment. You...
You don't have any choice.|You have to shoot me.
But I don't think you will.
Oh. I can't get up.
If you could just...|give me a hand...
When you left, there was|something I didn't understand.
You didn't just leave me,|you left...
everybody.
Everything.
It made me feel very...
interchangeable.
But now I understand the appeal|of just walking away.
There's something very powerful|about being absent.
I think you did the right thing|when you left.
But you shouldn't have|come back.
Rachel.|Rachel, please.
Michael.
Right?
- Going home?|- Sort of.
- Visiting?|- Yeah.
- Relatives.|- Yeah.
- What kind?|- Mother and brother.
- Mother's getting married.|- Hmm.
- Is he nice?|- My brother?
- No. The man your mother's gonna marry.|- Oh.
Haven't met him.
- I'm Susan.|- Michael.
- So you live here?|- Yeah.
- Where do you work?|- I'm training to be a teller|at the Grand Texas Bank.
Ah.|So when do you take your test?
Oh, I don't know.|It's a self-study,
so you can take it|whenever you're ready.
Just don't think|that I'm ready yet.
Well, there's one way|to find out.
Mom?
Michael?
Michael!
- Give me a hug!|- Oh, I stink. I've been on a bus.
I don't care.
Nice butt.
You bastard.
- How's it goin'?|- Good, good, good.
Shouldn't you be out clubbing motorists|or something?
No, I'm on the night shift.|Plus, I'm beating the homeless now.
- Oh, I see.|- They're not as mobile.
So...|how's it goin'?
It's goin'.
You workin'?
- You hirin'?|- Yeah.
That's what the force needs:|Another confused white boy.
Hear she's dating a small-time hood that|bought the Ember, if you're interested.
I'm here for the wedding. Tell me|about Ed. Did you run a check on him?
- No, I did not.|- Bullshit, I know you did.
All right, a small one.|But he's clean.
- No moving violations, no nothin'?|- Not in Texas.
Hurray for Mom.
I don't know.|I, uh...
I can't decide right now.|You go first.
I don't play the lottery.|It's a waste of money.
Well, if I won, it's always been|a dream of mine to breed dogs.
- No. No.|- No? Okay.
- How 'bout a stamp collection then?|- Okay, that I'll go for.
All right.
- How 'bout you, Michael?|- I wouldn't believe it.
If it were true,|I'd smile.
I'd just sit there quietly|for five minutes, smile and be rich.
I don't know.|Come on, Mom, what?
You know I can't make decisions,|but, um...
I know one thing I want,|I want the biggest TV they make.
Two of 'em,|with everything on it.
- Extra cheese?|- Yeah.
So how long you|gonna stay, Michael?
Maybe a little while.|See some friends.
We got an opening,|if you're looking for somethin'.
Thanks.|It's a kind offer.
I thought you needed law enforcement|or military service for a job like that.
Helpful,|but not mandatory.
If I put in a good word,|they'd probably take him, no problem.
- Beat goin' back to Sports Town.|- I doubt that would be an option.
This is the official|lotto Texas drawing for August 13, 14.
In the next 60 seconds, you can become|Texas' newest millionaire!
- Are you registered somewhere?|- Michael,
when you're getting married|at 56, you don't register.
Oh.
Can you get me some quick picks|while you're out?
- Sure. How many?|- Oh, five or so.
Don't wait up.
Good luck.
Mind if I sit?
How is it you can show your face|without getting hurt?
I squared with everyone.
- Everyone?|- Okay.
So how are you?
Tommy, this is|Michael Chambers.
Michael,|Tommy Dundee.
- Heard you moved.|- Mother's getting married.
- To who?|- A good guy.
Never heard of him.
Well.
Let Tommy buy you a drink.|You'll buy him a drink, won't you?
- I'll buy him a drink.|- Some other time.
Good to see you.
- Nice to meet you.|- Uh, yeah.
- What the hell was that?|- What?
- What's he doing here?|- I don't know. He just showed up.
Yeah, nobody's ex just shows up.|He wants something.
- Don't have an aneurysm.|- Let's go in the back.
I'm tired of watching guys|sit up and b-b-beg you.
It's like goddamn|Sea World in here.
- Hey, did you get my Twinkie?|- Huh?
- My Twinkie. Did you get it?|- I'm sorry, you wanted a Twinkie?
- I'm kidding, Michael.|- Oh, okay.
- Close it up.|- All right.
I hope I didn't wake you|when I came in.
Did you get|my quick picks?
Oh, jeez, I totally forgot.|I'm sorry.
I-I'll get some,|I'll get some today.
Rachel called.
She leave a number?
By the phone.
We're on the back nine,|a short par four. I hit a big tee shot.
Lands in the wrong fairway.
This guy hits a beautiful drive,|cuts past the dogleg,
drops about 20 yards|from the pin.
Do you wanna hear this?
- Please.|- Okay. Uh.
- Uh, where was I?|- The pin.
Right, right.|So I'm down 200 for the game.
This jerk is really ridin' me,|talking about my hair gettin'|in my eyes and crap like that.
So I bet him two grand|I could win the hole.
He says, why not three? I say,|why not five? Then he hesitates.
He says, okay, five.|Then I knew he was...
a eunuch.
So, I'm 230 yards out,|I hit the best three...
wood of my life.
I'm on the green,|putting for a bird.
He sculls his approach shot,|the ball sails over the green.
- He's double bogey for the hole.|- Gosh, that's exciting.
- If you keep this up...|- Keep what up?
Chambers!
- Yeah?|- How'd you know Dallas|was gonna beat the spread?
You know, I can't begin|to describe to you how.
- I just knew.|- Some people are interested|in trying to garnish your wages.
- I suggest you take care of 'em.|- Okay, thanks.
Take my advice.|Don't spend that money.
- Get yourself squared.|- Thanks.
Hmm.
Feels almost as good|as you.
God, I love betting.
I was surprised|to get your call.
I was surprised|to see you at the club.
Just getting my weekly dose|of secondhand smoke.
Right.
- So how's the acting gig?|- I gave it up.
- Really?|- Isn't that what you wanted?
I never interfered.
Oh. So beneath|the apathetic exterior,
there was actually|a raging indifference.
I get it.
- So tell me about Tommy Dundee.|- Tommy?
- We go out.|- How long?
A few months.
He treat you okay?
Not as well as guys|without money.
He's gonna teach me|how to manage the club.
He looks like he might be into|a few things besides managing a club.
Yeah.
- For instance?|- I don't know.
You don't know 'cause you don't know,|or 'cause you don't want to know?
I don't know|'cause I don't ask.
I wrote you a long letter|after you left about everything.
- Took me a week.|- I never got it.
- I burned it.|- Ooh, I walked right into that one.
Must be a new sensation for you,|walking into something.
- Is this yours?|- Yup.
- Nice.|- Men buy me Mustangs. I don't know why.
- Can I see you again?|- I don't think|that's a good idea.
- Rachel.|- You humiliated me.
I didn't get a warning,|an explanation,
and I had to deal with all|the ugly shit you left behind.
- It wasn't right.|- I know that.
Don't call me.|Don't try and find me.
It makes it hard with Tommy.
- She goes where?|- To the library.
She's been taking this|correspondence course. She's studying.
- Until 11:00 every night.|- It closes at 11:00. I checked.
Gee, you're a one-man|Warren Commission.
Take my advice.|Follow her.
- I couldn't do that.|- You'll thank me.
- Hey, Ed.|- How's it going, boys?
You know, same shit,|different day.
I wanted you to meet|Michael Chambers, Annie's boy.|He's putting in an application.
- Tom.|- Casey.|- Nice to meet you.
- Comin' to work here?|- Yeah.|- You'll love it.
If you like saltpeter.
Someone under 40, you|tryin' to scare him off?
- Just doin' our part.|- Look at us. We're only 22 years old.
- See you guys later.|- Nice to meet you.
The library?
That's right.
Ed, Ed!
Can you take my spot|on number five run?
Deborah's having some|strange contractions...
- and I'm gonna meet her|at the doctor's office.|- Okay. Go ahead.
- I'll take it.|- Oh, thanks.
- You better start workin'|so I can retire.|- I'll do my best.
Let me tell you|about Hinkle.
When you first go in,
he'll offer you a candy mint.|Don't take it.
At the end of the meeting,|he'll offer it to you again.
Take it and eat it right in front|of him. You'll get the job.
You're kidding, right?
Do I look like|I'm kidding?
- First time, no; second time, yes?|- That's it.
Okay. Thanks.
Mint?
No, thank you.
Fine.
Ed Dutton speaks highly of you.|He's a very good man, Ed.
I hope so. He'll be my stepfather|in a few days.
Yes.
That's a copy of|Armored Transport Now!
It's a magazine we publish, not just for|ourselves, but for the entire industry.
And here I thought cash|was on the way out.
Many of the services we provide here|used to be provided by the banks.
For example,
a bank might have us pick up|all the cash from a fast-food chain,
process and verify it here and then|deposit it directly into the Fed,
bypassing their branch|altogether.
- That sort of thing.|- Oh, I see. May I keep this?
Where have you been working|the past couple of years?
- Offshore.|- That's serious work.
- Serious money.|- Mm-hmm.
- You have any experience with firearms?|- No.
He'll learn.
We don't need marksmen,|just people who can think clearly.
That I can do.
Good. Well.
Are you sure you|wouldn't like a mint?
Actually, now that you|mention it, I would.
Mmm.
We'll be in touch.|Sometime this week, we'll have|you come in for the polygraph.
A polygraph? Great.|I'll look forward to it.
- Where are my fries?|- You didn't ask for fries.
- Well, you got fries.|- Michael, you want fries, you gotta ask.
Yes, Officer.
- How's Rachel?|- She's fine, doing the audition thing.
- Tell her I said hello.|- I will.
Listen, I talked|to Mom last night.
She told me you hadn't|sent her any money in two months.
We had an arrangement.|She needs the money.
I got the money. I can give it to her|today, with interest.
- I can give her three months in advance.|- She doesn't care about interest.
She doesn't care about "in advance." She|wants to know if you can be counted on.
It's really boring having|this conversation every six months.
- I agree.|- Jesus! This is our mother.
She needs our help.
And seeing you avoid|being around after Dad died...
Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey.
- You didn't even go see her...|- Can we not turn this|into a Eugene O'Neill play?
- I've got the money.|- This time.
Thanks for the protection, Officer.
You never should've left|the Village People, David.
Fuck you.
- Hello?|- Michael.
Hi.
- Are you there?|- I'm here.
- How are you?|- Good.
- What about you?|- Good.
- Are you on a car phone?|- Yeah.
- Courtesy of...|- Mm-hmm.
So,
are you staying?
I think so.|I might get that job.
Really?
Um, I gotta go.
- W-W-Wait...|- I'll talk to you soon.
There's one question|this test never gets around to asking.
It's a question|I need an answer to.
What's that?
When can you start?
- That's it?|- That's it.
- Welcome aboard.|- Eleven.
Forty-one.
Twenty-three.
Here we go.
- What do you think?|- Hmm?
Oh, I'm sorry.|Do another one.
- Twelve.|- Not so smiley.
- Nine.|- Much better.
Why go up for this?|It's not acting.
It's exposure.|Like Vanna White, you know.
Oh. Well, that's|something to aspire to.
I hope you like egg salad,|'cause I'm making a ton.
Great.|We'll have it for dinner.
I thought we were going|to San Miguel.
Let's go to San Miguel after the game|on Saturday. I gotta make some calls.
I'm not staying in.|I told Diane we'd meet her at the Ember.
That's fine.|I'll be here.
You never do what|you say you're gonna do.
Florida at LSU. This is the|fork in the road for both teams.
Some are calling it a toss-up,|but given the home field advantage...
and nine apparently|healthy seniors...
Hey! Whoa!|Hey!
- Remember me?|- Rachel, right?
Dick.
I'm sorry.|Hi, Dick.
God, the picture|on this TV sucks.
It sucks,|and it's small.
- Smallish and sucky.|...convert that threat|into scoring opportunities.
- Everybody in yet?|- No, there's one still out.
Hey, come on in!
- Mom, you look beautiful.|- Thank you.
- You really do.|- Thank you.
- That's a nice suit.|- It's Dad's.
I-I wanted to give you|this beforehand.
Oh!
Oh, David,|they're beautiful!
I'll have to get|my ears pierced.
I don't have anything.
That's all right.
I'm just glad you're here.|I don't need presents.
Would you repeat after me:|With this ring, I thee wed.
With this ring,|I thee wed.
And pledge to thee|my faith and love.
And pledge to thee|my faith and love.
I can't believe you wore|Dad's suit to Mom's wedding.
I now pronounce you|husband and wife.
You may kiss the bride.
Well, it depends.
Some say he's doubtful;|some say he's probable.
What's the difference|between doubtful and probable?
Doubtful means|he probably won't play;
- probable means he'll play,|but there's some doubt.|- Oh, that clears everything up.
- So is he doubtful or probable?|- Doubtful.
- Michael, did you get a call...|- How close is your source?
- You wanna know how close|my source is, he's a she.|- Wow.
- This is inside inside.|- Wow.
- Michael!|- I gotta go. Talk to you.
Isn't that amazing? It's a 12-foot|Paraclipse with terrestrial filters.
- I don't care if it turns|coffee beans into diamonds...|- How did you know?
- What's it doing in our back yard?|- Wait till you see the image quality.
- It's like looking out a window.|- We have plenty of windows.
We have one more. It's the new TV.
Excuse me.|Is that thing safe?
Yes, ma'am.|It's, uh, it's safe.
Just don't stand|in front of it.
- Come on in.|- Where do you want it?
Try right in front of the fireplace.|God, it's big. It's huge.
- Did you order a stand?|- It comes with a stand, doesn't it?
- It doesn't come with a stand.|- I gotta have a stand.
- There's one in the truck. Costs extra.|- Fine, fine.
Don't answer that.
- The one-fifteen.|- Great! It's huge!
- Michael.|- Yeah.
Tell me you didn't use|the rest of the money to buy this stuff.
- Okay, I didn't use the rest of it.|- Thank God.
- I used some of the rest of it.|- Michael!
What else was I gonna use?|We've lost our credit cards.
- You lost our credit cards.|- Fine, I lost 'em.
It doesn't change the fact|that I had to use cash.
- How much cash?|- I got an incredible deal|for not charging.
- How much? For everything.|- For the dish, the installation,
- For everything! Michael!|- The subscription fees... About seven.
Hundred?
You're so good.|That's good.
- Seven... thousand.|- Yeah.
How are you gonna pay the people|you owe? They call constantly.
Listen.
Grrr.
I got this whole thing|worked out.
It's not even a system.|It's more like, I just know.
I just know which way to bet.|It's like being connected.
It-lt's like knowing something|that no one else knows.
- God, I wish I could describe|the feeling to you.|- You don't have to.
- Hey, how did it go?|- What?
The audition.
Hmm. Did Jane Duncan call|after I left?
Jane Duncan? No.
When you were on the phone|and I was getting ready,|did anybody try and click through?
- I don't know.|- They were trying|to call me not to come.
Because they decided to go with a|lottery official instead of an actress.
I sat there for an hour looking|like an idiot before somebody told me.
I'm sorry.|That must have been awful.
- There's the stand.|- Did you at least remember|to get my plane ticket?
Yes and no.
- What the hell does that mean?|- I did remember, but I didn't get it.
- Michael, this audition|has been planned for months!|- I got you something else.
- Julie's expecting me!|- I got you something else.|I got you something else.
- What? What did you do?|- I'll give you a hint.
We don't have enough|to fly to L.A.,
but you could|drive there in style.
What?|That's mine?
- Michael...|- You hate it, I'll take it back.
- Wait.|- Uh, if you like it, we'll keep it.
- You make me really, really mad.|- Ooh, careful!
Careful, it'll come off.|Ooh, ooh, ooh.
Oh, I don't know,|about 45 minutes.
Forty-five minutes?|What do you think went on in there?
I don't know.|I wasn't inside.
You don't have to be|inside to figure it out.
- Look, I gotta trust her.|- Michael Chambers, line 2.
- Michael Chambers, line 2.|- You're either very smart|or very stupid.
I can't figure out which.
- Hello.|- It's me.
He proposed.
Christ.
Christ.
What did you say?
I pretended I wasn't|expecting it.
I said I needed time.
This is my problem:
When I think about|trying again with you,
I have no idea if it's a moment|of strength or a moment of weakness.
Do you remember|the last time we went away?
- The conversation we had|in front of the fire?|- Yes.
I don't want to be on the outside.
It's too painful.
I won't make that mistake again.|I promise.
What do you think would happen|if we went away for the weekend?
I don't see how we can|resolve this any other way.
We could go back|to Whispering Pines.
We could do that.
We had a good time there.
What about Tommy?
I'll pick you up|Friday at 6:00.
- Can we take my car?|- Yeah, we can take your car.
I forgot.
Suddenly, Friday at 6:00|seems like a long way off.
It's only two days.
- All you have to do is say no.|- No.
The mobile customer|is away from the phone...
or has traveled beyond the service area.|Please call again later.
- Rachel around?|- Nope.
- What about Tommy?|- Nope.
It's sort of important. We were supposed|to hook up, and she never showed.
- Don't know where she is?|- Everybody got in a car and took off.
- Where to?|- Uh, Vegas, I think.
- Rachel too? You're sure?|- She's hard to miss.
Michael.
Hi. How are you?
- Good. I had a feeling I'd see you.|- Yeah, me too.
- Hi, I'm Deborah.|- Hi. Michael.|- I'm sorry.
Listen, I'm sorry.|I-I gotta run.
- Oh. I'll talk to you soon?|- Yeah.
- Still have my number? You're sure?|- Yeah.
It was nice to meet you.|I'll speak to you soon.
- I gotta go.|- Bye.
- He'll call.|- What do you want?|You met the guy on a bus.
Have you seen David lately?
Not since you and Ed|got divorced... married!
I'm sorry.|Excuse me.
Michael, when you get to be|my age, you realize...
sometimes the planets|just don't line up.
And there's nothing|you can do about it.
Of course, sometimes|they do line up.
And there's nothing you can do|about that either.
Hi, this is Susan Crenshaw.|I'm not in right now,
but if you leave me a message,|I'll call you right back.
- Hi, this is Michael Chambers.|I'm sorry to call so late...|- Hello!
- Oh, you're there.|- Yeah.
- I just didn't feel|like talking to anybody.|- Okay, bye.
No, I didn't mean you.
What are you doing?
Sittin' around.|What are you doing?
Sitting around.
Are you with me?
Yeah.
I feel like you're somewhere else.
I feel like I'm|in an ad for fine wine.
But it's nice,|really nice.
I like to be close.
This is close.
This is close to you?
Isn't it?
- You're not very present tense.|- Wh-Wh...
Is that like|an acting thing?
I love you.
- Mmm. That was nice.|- Mmm.
There's somebody else,|isn't there?
- Sort of.|- Sort of?
Where is she?
I don't know.
There's what you want|and there's what's good for you.
- Uh, they never meet.|- They never meet.
Except for my mother|and stepfather.
Maybe they think they're|wrong for each other.
Nah, they're too old|for that shit.
Then why do anything|with anybody?
Because anything|is better than nothing.
The idea that you think you make sense|is really terrifying.
Yeah, I know.
- Have a nice day, Michael.|- Nice seein' you.
That the last of it?
- That the last of it, Michael?|- Yeah. Listen.
Give me two minutes.|I gotta use the bathroom.
Michael?
- Oh, hi.|- Hi.
- How are you?|- Good. And you?
Good. Did you|just get here?
- No, just on my way out.|- I have to go downstairs|to meet a delivery.
Great.|I'll go with you.
Later they find out that Bob,|this manager, is letting|this new guy fill the ATM...
without having the second person there|with the offsetting key.
Which you're not supposed|to do, obviously.
It turns out this guy|was stealing money...
and splitting it|with Bob.
- A little office intrigue.|- Yeah.
- Hello. Susan Crenshaw?|- Yes.
I need you to sign.
This is for you.
- Here you go. Bye-bye.|- Bye.
So.
Oh. Yeah.
- Back to work.|- All right.
Take care.
- Rachel in tonight?|- Haven't seen her.
Hey, I need three scotch waters,|dirty Tanqueray martini up,
two Rolling Rock|and a Red Stripe.
I'm trying to get a message|to Rachel. Is she here?
Tommy's wife?|Yeah.
Tommy's wife?
Right.
Tommy's wife.
- Yeah, she's in back.|- Do me one small favor,
and the other half...
is yours.
- Call it.|- It's my club. That's what I call it.
Hey.
I-I put it down right in front of her,|and she wouldn't look at it,
- so...|- Thanks.
Yeah!
Ow! Loser racks.
Whatcha readin' about, hon?|Tit jobs?
Yeah, I'm thinkin' about having|one put on my forehead.
Ooh.
Could be interesting.
- What the hell is this?|- What?
What the hell is this?
I don't know.
- Are you rolling this guy|behind my back?|- Tommy.
I swear to God I have no idea|how that got there.
That's all that happened,|Tommy, I swear.
See?|I didn't ask him to come here.
If he bribes her to take me a note,|I can't control that.
- Tommy, I just...|- Get out of here!
- If you want him out of the club,|keep him out.|- You bet I will.
If I find out you're seeing him, I'll|make the both of you very uncomfortable.
Why "uncontested"? You could've|hit her with the rug salesman.
- No point. She'd only|been seeing him a few weeks.|- That the last one?
Yup.
But if you get adultery,|you can slip out on alimony.
- Didn't want to get into all that.|- He'll never make it.
The company'll be eating interest|big time, especially on this haul.
He'll make it.|He'll make it.
George Rittenhouse, line three.
George Rittenhouse,|line three.
Yeah? What?|Oh, no. I'll be right there.
- Deborah broke water.|- Hey, good luck.
- Good luck!|- Thanks!
So why didn't|you want to get into it?
- Bastard. Who?|- Somebody.
- Since when?|- Since before the beginning.
- Hello. Myself speaking.|- That was a really stupid thing to do.
- Don't ever show up again.|- Rach! Where are you?
- I'm in my car.|- What happened?
I was waiting and you never showed|and then you're fucking married.
- What the hell is going on?|- I don't have time|to play games with you.
Why didn't you come?
It is idiotic to be having|this conversation after what happened.
- What are you talking about?|You owe me an explanation.|- Michael.
- There's nothing to explain.|- You haven't told me|why you didn't show.
- I shouldn't have to.|- What the hell happened to you?
All right, let's just get this|over with. Where are you?
- I'm in the Salem Street house.|- Oh, God, you're kidding.
- You're renting it?|- Yeah.
You don't do anything halfway,|I'll give you that.
- I'll be there in a minute.|And no funny stuff.|- Fine.
- Chambers.|- Yeah?
Thirty dimes on LSU.
- Thirty?|- Yeah.
Okay.
All right, all right,|all right, all right.
Get us a field goal.
- Come on.|- Good call to go for the field goal.
You've got time,|if you make it,
to go for an onside kick. Here's|the kick. It is long, and it is good.
- A tie. I can live with a tie.|- We have a tied game,|with 1:1 to go, at 13.
I can live with a tie.
Come on, Florida.|Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep.
Dropping to throw, Morris.
Throwing to the sideline. Complete.|Out of bounds to Emmitt Smith.
- And that'll stop the clock.|- We're all right. We're all right.
Morris, deep over the middle,|complete to the 45.
- Oh, I can't watch this.|- To the 44-yard line.
They're edging toward field goal range|with that catch.
- Again, Morris...|- Oh, God! God!
- They got a bunch of it.|An 18-yard pickup.|- Come on, come on, come on.
- Thirty seconds remaining now.|Morris is four out of five.|- Hit him!
Hit!
Emmitt Smith going to the far side|of the field. That may hurt them,
- because they may not|be able to stop the clock.|- No more time outs.
They got wrapped up|at the 24-yard line by Jimmy Young.
- They're done.|- They're gonna have a hard|time stopping the clock.
- The game is over, gentlemen.|- Nine seconds, eight, seven, six,
- five, they're at the 24.|- The game is...
He drops back and throws it|away with one second remaining.
I believe the clock is retired,|but they'll give 'em the one second.
They'll give 'em the one second|even though the clock shows nothing.
It's come down to this.
This field goal try...
will be attempted|from about 41 yards.
Here's the snap,|the kick; it's high.
It is long, and it is...|good!
Florida has won|on the final play of the game.
Sixteen to thirteen.
In the final analysis,|it will be the penalties...
and the Tigers' mistakes|that cost them this win,
because they really played well|against the Florida Gators.
I got good news,|and I got bad news.
The good news is I have|till Tuesday to cough it up.
The bad news is I have|till Tuesday to cough it up.
So I have a year to get you|a present, right?
- Yup.|- I figured I'd get you something|you could really use.
Like hemlock.
Happy?
Like an Oscar winner.
You know me.|I like money.
- Not much.|- Beats goin' to jail.
Jail? What's jail|got to do with it?
Ask your brother.
What?|What did he do?
He threatened me.
How? When?
When you left town,|he was pursuing me.
He'd call.|He'd follow me.
This went on|for a long time.
I kept asking him to stop.|Finally he did.
- That night we talked about going away...|- Mm-hmm.
He saw us.
He saw us in the car.
He came to see me.
He said he was still|obsessed with me,
that if he couldn't have me,|neither could you.
He tried to come on to me.|I started screaming at him.
If I didn't|stay away from you,
- he'd frame me for possession|and send me up.|- Jesus.
I tried to call his bluff,|and he pulled out a bag...
and started dragging me|to his car.
Why didn't you call me?
Because when your psychopathic|brother with a badge starts|throwing his weight around,
I figured, forget this.|And forget you.
The Chambers family|is a bad investment.
But why Tommy?|Why marry Tommy?
- He did ask.|- Aw, come on. That's not a reason.
- You asked once.|- Tell me it was the same thing.
Look me in the eye,|and tell me it was the same thing.
He treats me bad.
- Look at my arms.|- Oh, my God, Rachel.
I know they've killed people.|I just know it.
I don't know how|to get out of it.
You can get out of it.
How? I'm married to Mack the Knife.|How do I get out of it?
We leave.
We'll live somewhere else.
I'm good at leaving.|You know that.
He'll find us.
No, he won't.
- What was that?|- Somebody's in the house.
Michael?
In here.
Hi, hon.
You know,
it don't look right.
You... can't exactly say it|looks right, now can you?
It's a risk...
in business that|the people closest to you...
may do you wrong.
Usually I can...|figure out a way to get...
satisfaction.
Let's say they're...|skimming.
Well, they can|give me the money back,
work it off,|something.
I'm... pretty good|at balancing these things out.
But, see, you can't|unfuck my wife!
So I find myself looking|to the outer edges of...
acceptable behavior to...
make myself feel better.
It's not nice,|what comes to mind.
- Tommy, it was my idea to come...|- That's not helping, hon!
I wanted to talk to you.
So the napkin should have|been under my drink.
Now everything makes sense.|I had it all wrong, didn't I?
- That's right.|- I see.
I wanted to make you|a business proposition.
I wanted her opinion first|about how best to approach you.
And she suggested that you...
seduce her|as a way to approach me?
What business could we|possibly have together?
A job.
A job.
A job job?
Yeah.
Why come to me?
You're the only|crook I know.
Is that... polite?
What kind of a job is it, Michael,|that you need a crook?
- Where I work.|- Where you work.
Armored cars.
I work with armored cars.
And?
And every Monday the cars|go to the retailers,
and they collect all the cash|from over the weekend:
Lottery ticket sales|and merchandise sales.
It's taken back to the company|to be verified.
And the whole wad's|taken to the bank.
In one truck.
Could be anywhere from a couple|hundred thousand to a million.
Small bills.
Totally untraceable.
Well.
Hey, school's out.
So what now?
- Well, it's you and me, kid.|- What?
- George collared me.|- Oh, th-that's not fair.|Y-You've been out all day.
What about Casey, Tom?
- Suddenly I'm not good enough?|- No, no, that's not it.
It's just what I said.|You've been out all day.
Aah, it's a short run.
- Number 1, Chambers and Dutton.|- Well, here we go.
Number 1, Chambers and Dutton.
Trucks complete their runs by 4:00.
Trucks complete their runs by 4:00.
The money's wrapped|and verified by 6:00.
The truck has to be|at the bank by 6:30,
or the company pays the interest|on missing the day.
So the entire facility is geared towards|getting every dollar on that truck.
This is how it works.|When we get into the bank,
there are loading docks|in the secured delivery area.
You go in, just after we arrive,|in a van,
posing as a legitimate vendor using the|4-digit access code which I'll provide.
- And then you scoop it up.|- How do you make sure|you're the driver?
I check. If I'm not assigned,|I go to the driver...
and tell him|I need the extra hours.
- And he just gives them to you?|- I can be pretty persuasive.
Hmm. If it goes smoothly,|they'll know somebody was on the inside.
- They're gonna put heat on you.|- I just keep denying it.|There's nothing they can do.
- They're gonna put heat on you.|- I just keep denying it.|There's nothing they can do.
All right, this is how we'll handle it.|I know this guy, a broker.
I don't know his name,|and I don't want to know his name,
because he is serious.
You think I can exert pressure?|This guy scares the shit out of me.
But this is what he does...|He organizes jobs.
He's got some high-level day gig|with an insurance company or something,
so he knows all the ways to|beat the cops and the ops.
That's why nobody knows him|by name or face.
I call him up and tell him everything|about what we're doing.
And then he puts the whole|thing together.
He hires the men from out of town.|You won't know them.
They will not know you.|They'll just do the job,
and then they will drop|at a predetermined time...
to a predetermined person|at a predetermined place.
That's good.|Who handles the drop?
We'll use one of my guys.
- I want somebody I know.|- Gee, that's tough, Michael!|I want somebody I know!
- What about her?|- "What about her" what?
He wants you to hold|the money.
And if I say no?
- Then it's off.|- You're holdin' the money. When?
- The sooner the better.|- One more thing.|I'm not taking a short count.
The broker alone takes 20 percent|on any job he crews.
It's a two-way split.|You can cut your half any way you like.
I'd rather eat airline food.
Can you do it without me?
- Well, Michael, you know I can't.|- Then it's 50-50.
- I don't like it.|- When you see all that|cash, you'll like it.
So what's the total|for the day?
About a million three.
Hello?
- Hello?|- When you pass Brazos...
- Who is this?|- Shut up.
When you pass Brazos|going down Fifth Street,
you'll see a man wearing|a yellow suit and sunglasses.
If our end is going according to plan,|he'll take off his sunglasses.
If your end is going|according to plan,
you signal him by lifting your fingers|off the wheel for one second.
If you don't lift your fingers,|we will assume you want to abort.
Wh-What if...
Thanks for calling.
Are you sure we should|go through with this?
You could say they|wouldn't switch you...
No, no, we're very close now.|We have to follow it through.
It's gonna be fine.
This time tomorrow,|the hard part will be over.
God, I hope so.
Once you get the drop, drive|straight to Whispering Pines.
Don't stop for anything.
It may take me a couple of days.|They'll be asking questions.
We'll have to let things|cool off.
I can't wait for this|whole thing to be over.
Watch it!
Jesus!
Sorry.
Whenever you're ready,|Michael.
Yeah.
- Cash or coins first?|- Ed, I hate to ask you this,|but could I stay with the truck?
- How come?|- Well, there's a woman|in the bank I'd prefer not...
- Ohh, a woman. |- No problem. Thanks.
Susan!|Hey, hey, how are you?
Good.
Stay there!
Ed, get down!
Are you awake?
I don't know.
I might...|I might be dreaming.
I might be dreaming.
You're going|to be fine.
They say you'll recover completely.
Mmm.
Everyone is very proud of you.
Proud?
For trying to stop the robbery.
I'm...
I'm really sorry you couldn't save Ed.
I know you tried.
I know you tried.
I'm tired, so tired.
Michael.
Michael, if you can|understand me, just nod.
I-I can understand.
I want to let you know that|Perennial Armored Car...
- is very proud of your performance.|- Very proud.
And even though you've only been|with the company a short time,
we want to make very sure|that you don't worry about the|financial side of your illness.
As a matter of fact,|when the time comes,
we'd like very much to do|an in-depth profile of you|for Armored Transport Now!
I think I told you it's read|by everyone in the industry.
- Don't forget about Mr. Fox.|- Oh, yes, Mr. Fox,
the founder of Perennial|and a wonderful man,
would like to meet you and have|his photograph taken with you...
to accompany the article.
When the time comes,|of course.
When the time comes.
I said, is there something|I should know?
Ah, you're all right.
Yeah. Yeah.|How about you?
I can't tell.
Michael.|Michael.
They've been|asking questions.
The police and your brother.
My brother.
I think they want something.
And I don't think what they want|is good for you.
I told you.
Those things never meet.
Yeah, you told me.
I told you.
I told you.|I told you.
No, you didn't,|Mr. Chambers.
- I'm sorry?|- I want you to describe what happened...
from the moment you entered|the delivery bay of Grand Texas Bank...
until you lost|consciousness.
I... I-I pulled up.
I pulled into the dock.
- Dock number one.|- Yes, number one.
I-I-I a-and Ed.
I, uh, I turned the engine off,
and, and Ed...
Oh, they killed him.|Didn't they kill him?
Yes.
Maybe, uh,|maybe we should come back.
You fake bastard.
You think you got everybody fooled.
You think because the job|was sloppy and people got shot,
nobody thinks you were in.
It won't wash.
I'm gonna bring you down.
Not because you got Ed killed,
although that would be plenty|reason enough.
But because I think|you're worthless.
You've always|been worthless.
You were nonexistent|as a brother to me.
You didn't lift a finger|to prop Mom up after Dad died.
You've skated along on your looks|and charm, just like a woman,
leaving everybody else|to clean up after you.
Well, I'm gonna|clean up, all right,
and I'm starting|with you.
Get out.
- You're an accessory to murder.|- No, you don't know|what you're talking about.
- You were the inside man;|we both know it.|- You've got nothing.
I've got a bank employee you seduced|to obtain a vendor I.D. Number.
Uh-huh.
How did it happen?|They come to you?
Trap you into it?|Was it her?
What kind of shit did she tell you?|Did she make you promises?
Tell you Tommy was mean to her,|you two should run away together?
Or did she get you in a compromising|situation? You only had one way out.
Was it like that?
You really think|she's waiting for you?
You think you're safe from the bears,|locked in your log cabin,
bolts on the door?
Well...
You just locked yourself inside with|another bunch of grizzlies. Here's how.
Let's say she is on the level.
She double-crossed Tommy Dundee,|and she's waiting for you.
You think Tommy Dundee is gonna|let you get away with that?
You better hope she double-crossed you|and that her and Tommy are laughing,
because if she's not|with him right now,
somebody's gonna make their|way in here to check on you.
And they won't be interested|in your full recovery.
I suppose I could|protect you,
stake somebody outside|the door.
But since you're|such a hero,
I convinced my boss you|wouldn't need protection.
Who'd want to hurt|the man of the hour?
The pillar of courage?
Hell, people want to|shake your hand.
Couple uniforms downstairs to keep away|the press and the well-wishers, sure.
But somebody|outside the door?
What's the point?
- It's all your fault.|- Right!
- Oh, if you'd left her alone.|- No. If you had left her alone!
What is it with you?
Thank God|you're bedridden.
I wouldn't be able to stomach|the hypocrisy of you showing up|to Ed's funeral...
and standing next to our mother.
Mr. Chambers, how are you?|What can I help you with?
Could you adjust these pillows?|My neck is really getting stiff.
Of course.
Well, part of the problem|is you've got your bed...
tilted too far forward.|Let me take you down...
No, no, no!|I really like it this way.
- But...|- It's just the pillow. The angle's fine.
- If you could just adjust the pillows.|- All right.
- How's that?|- Fine, thank you.
I was about to see you anyway.|It's time for your pill.
That's all right.|I really don't need it.
Well, I think you'll find it|very difficult to sleep without it.
It's okay. Maybe a little later.|I really feel okay.
Well, you don't look okay.
No, really.|I'll have it later.
If you say so.
Say... Could you tell me who|that gentleman is waiting out there?
Why is he here?
Oh, that's Mr. Rodman.
His sister was in a traffic accident|last night and hasn't woken up yet.
Maybe he'd like to come in|and talk to me?
I don't know.|I can certainly ask,
although visiting hours|are nearly over.
Could you ask? I'd really,|really appreciate it.
Of course.
Leave the door open!
- Why, Mr. Rodman said|he'd be happy to talk with you.|- Thank you.
Uh, Mr. Rodman?
Mr. Chambers.
- Howdy.|- Hello.
Uh, she said you just wanted|to talk about...
Yeah, l-l-l...|Please, sit down.
I-I-I, uh, I just|sorta came alive...
and felt like talking.
With my luck, all my|visitors were already gone.
I'd reckon you'd|get a lot of visitors.
- Why do you say that?|- You're famous, ain't ya?
Yeah. Well.
Oh, boy.
What's that? Your pills?
Yeah.
- That's a pain pill, ain't it?|- Yeah.
That'll make you sleep.
- You better take it, hadn't you?|- No. I'm fine.
Okay.
So, who, uh...|What you got in there, spare shoes?
- What's that?|- In your coat.
Oh, I gotta carry that|for my job.
They're obnoxious as hell, but...
I'm in real estate, and|I really don't have a choice.
They're convenient.
So, where'd you|say you work?
Oh, I didn't.|Uh, Don Sembera Realty.
Oh. How long you|been there?
About six years.
You must know|Jeanette Scott.
Yeah. Yeah, sure.
Jeanette.
Yeah, she sold me|a house once.
- Is that right?|- Yeah.
Small world.
Who are you?
I don't know.|Who do you want me to be?
Who are you?|Did Tommy send you?
Buddy, I don't know|who you're talking about. Tommy?
I don't know any Jeanette Scott.|I made that up.
Thank you. I-I didn't know|who you were talkin' about either.
I didn't know... I didn't recognize|that name. I was tryin' to be agreeable.
Trying to be agreeable!|Tommy Dundee sent you here to kill me!
I'll leave. I was tryin'|to be nice. I'm sorry.
I mean, goddamn you. Goddamn you.|My sister's layin' down there,
and I don't know|if she'll get up again.
- There's other people in here|got problems.|- Wait.
Wait, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.|Please forgive me. I'm...
I'm... I guess|I'm a little spooked.
Half the time l...|l...
- I don't know what I'm saying.|- I know, I don't usually talk|like that either, but...
you catch me off guard|like that...
She told me you wanted me|to come in here and talk.
- I know. I'm sorry.|- I wanted to talk too.
P-P-Please sit down again.
I'm sorry.
So, uh, tell me about your job.
Do you like it?
I got a good job.
The market...
basically sucks right now, but...
It's... Unless you're buying.
Uh, you weren't thinking|about buying, were you?
Somebody's gettin' sleepy|over there.
Sorry.
Uh, I'm gonna let you sleep.
- No, no, please.|- I'm gonna get out of here.
- No. Can't do it.|- Uh, could you do me a favor?
Just a small favor.
A favor?
Yeah, I'd really|appreciate it. Really.
It ain't a sponge bath, is it?
That was good.
If you could, uh,
just wait here until|I've gotten a little nap?
Just sit here with me for a while|until I've slept good.
I'd like to, but...|I got my sister down there.
Please. L...
I just need a little sleep.
- Okay. Just for a little bit, okay?|- Thank you.
I'm just so, uh...
I'm just gonna sit|over here, okay?
It's time to go.
What's he payin' you?
Ten?|Twenty-five?
I'll give you|a hundred.
You know I've got it.
You know I do.
Rachel.
I don't know how it happened when you|were a kid, or who you learned it from.
But you have very strange|ideas about... sharing.
All our negotiating,|20 percent, 50 percent,
that's playground bullshit.
A fair share|is whatever you can take.
And I'm taking everything.
Oh, Jesus Christ,|Howard!
You're not gonna bleed|like this are you?
Rachel.
Rachel.
Rachel.
Rachel!
Please.
Are you fucking|kidding me?
Are you fucking kidding me?
You have made a mistake.
I will deal with you|and your mistake in a moment. You...
You don't have any choice.|You have to shoot me.
But I don't think you will.
Oh. I can't get up.
If you could just...|give me a hand...
When you left, there was|something I didn't understand.
You didn't just leave me,|you left...
everybody.
Everything.
It made me feel very...
interchangeable.
But now I understand the appeal|of just walking away.
There's something very powerful|about being absent.
I think you did the right thing|when you left.
But you shouldn't have|come back.
Rachel.|Rachel, please.
Michael.
Right?